I saw Feyre in the carriage I sent her off in. "you should have waited. She would have said it." Lucien growled at me. I ignored him and walked back into the castle.

When they came for us, I went willingly. I did not regret sending Feyre off. I loved her, but I didn't want her to set me free. If she did, Amarantha would kill her.

Living under the Mountain was as I expected. Amarantha trying to get me to love her, Lucien growling at his brothers, and Clare Bedor being tortured. Feyre was clever to give Rhysand a fake name, but the way Amarantha hurt this woman. I was glad Feyre used Clare's name instead of her own I don't think I could live watching Feyre hurting like that.

When it was announced to Amarantha's court that a visitor. I knew who it was. "What's this? Amarantha said. I saw Feyre shift her arm; I knew Amarantha could see it too. "Just a human thing I found downstairs." The Attor hissed. "Obviously." Amarantha purred. I could see Feyre focusing on my boots. I wanted to run to her, protect her, but if Amarantha saw any inclination of love from me, Feyre would die. So I stayed still. "But why should I deal with her?" Amarantha asked. "Don't tell her Feyre." I thought. "Tell Her Majesty why you were sneaking around the catacombs-why you came out of the old cave that leads to the Spring Court." The Attor hissed. "Tell Her Majesty." He repeated. "Don't tell her." I repeated to myself. Feyre eased herself to her feet. "I came to claim the one I love." Feyre said quietly. I gulped and could see Amarantha out of the corner of my eye. She leaned forward, "oh?" "I've come to claim Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court." A gasp came from the court. The woman beside me tipped back her head and laughed. A once beautiful laugh, now raspy and disgusting.